While Charlemagne was learning over there
A grown man to read the nursery rhymes
The Hohokam people were thriving here
In the clear desert air of not yet America
A peaceful agricultral tribe
Where these many buildings stand today
And when St. Francis was alive and preaching
They were carving ball courts out of sand
Over two hundred of them who knows
Abandoned as if a sudden plague
Or greedy lord devastated them
Then did the survivors disappear to the east
And west and north and south
Like pilgrims on the road to Santiago
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